I Became an Anonymous Boss

The painter took off the scroll, rolled it up and put it away, but remained silent without saying a word.

"Because it's painted skin?" Bai Taki asked calmly.

The painter's expression froze, and he turned to look at Bai Taki: "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

"I should ask this question." Shirataki spread his hands: "Actually, before I came, I was thinking about what kind of monster has the patience and skill to draw a picture. If it is born as a human, it must be a big touch. As a painter of the highest level, I was thinking about whether to let it draw a few good pictures for my collection before shooting it to death, but whether this is considered a crime of extortion, I really struggled for a while."

"Of course demons don't know how to paint. If a demon can paint, it's not a demon, but Xi. Then you have to consider taking it back to be your wife, or taking it to work in Rhodes Island, extorting donkeys for high salaries, and saving money for yourself. Buy a belt with a card face."

The young man thought about it, and looked sideways at the silent painter.

"But I didn't expect it. In fact, the answer is far from that complicated. The person responsible for the painted skin is not a monster, but a human. For a while, I wondered if I was wrong, so I took a closer look, and the result looked like People, look like a person from the right, look like a person from a distance, look like a person up close... Oh, do you know why I said it looks like a person, not a person?"

Tianmo narrowed his eyes, ignored the change in the other party's expression, and continued talking on his own.

"Because you have one more word than people."

"You are not a human being, but a traitor."

The painter was furious, tore off a piece of rice paper, and threw the inkstone away: "Have you said enough! If you have said enough, get out of here—"

boom--!

Before he finished speaking, Bai Taki patted the bookshelf lightly, and the heavy bookshelf as tall as a person crashed into the wall, and the ancient books all over the sky exploded into countless papers.

The bookshelf itself was not broken, but embedded in the wall. The micro-level control of the power can turn even a flying feather into a murderous weapon.

The inkstone fell to Bai Taki's feet, the ink stained the ground and his shoes black.

"Are you angry after just a few words?"

"Don't be so foolish."

"I would like to ask, you... what right do you have to be angry?"

Shirataki stared at the painter who was gnashing his teeth, his tone didn't rise and fall in anger, he just told the truth calmly.

"If you want to be angry, it's very illogical. After all... you're living a good life."

"But you painted monsters, but you killed many people... many, many people."

"The demons ate the relatives of many people and pulled off their human skins, and you painted the human skins as painted skins, disguised the bloody ogre demons as the dead, and ordinary people still knew nothing about it, and showed it to the demons. Smile, treat them wholeheartedly, treat them as your friends, relatives, best friends, and lovers, maybe you will even die in the mouth of demons without knowing the truth, and you will die without peace."

Shirataki questioned each sentence.

"Why are you angry?"

"You, what right do you have to be angry?"

"Isn't this all thanks to you?"

"Or, what do you not expect to happen?"

"Or, is it because you don't want to face these results at all?"

"That's really ridiculous. I don't have the guts to face the sins I made, the bitter fruit I brewed?"

Shirataki clapped his hands and clapped his hands, the loud voice was as crisp as a slap, slapping the painter's face.

"Good guy, you don't do anything that touches people..."

"It's already at this time, you don't fear, don't repent, don't apologize, but your first reaction is incompetence and rage? At least you are a painter, can you be a little craftsman? Can you learn from the prisoners in Conan?"

"Be honest and be lenient, tell me everything you know..."

The painter turned pale and took a step back: "Say it, will you let me go?"

Bai Taki said lightly: "Forgive you is God's business, and my task is to send you to see him."

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A frail painter really can't do anything.

He can't do anything.

So he committed adultery.

He didn't kill anyone, he didn't let off fire, he just helped the evildoers.

Is there any serious crime?It seems not.

But to say he is innocent?

Of course not innocent.

poor person must have something mean.

So there is nothing to regret about killing, this is the explanation he should give.

Bai Taki doesn't know what kind of compassion is. He already has no mercy at all. He has already eaten people with demon bites. It is difficult to be as clean as before. His hands have long been stained with blood. He is already a murderer. Sticking to the heart can only be described in one sentence.

——My heart and my deeds are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice!

Shirataki smiled and said: "Be honest and be lenient, otherwise, I will throw you into the pigsty and wear the chrysanthemum dry."

...It's so vicious, when will I be able to say such vicious things without changing my face?

...I am no longer the boy I used to be.

...Although he is still the virgin from before.

After the voice of self-examination, Shirataki took a step forward.

At this time, a gust of wind passed by, and a dragon roar came from the depths of the room.

The air flow turned into a dragon shape, swimming like a dragon, and the silver dragon's aura punched towards Shirataki. The young man sideways avoided the first blow, and the second blow followed, with astonishing momentum. He raised his right palm, absorbing some strength, Tried to suppress with a backhand, but froze in mid-air.

Bai Susu was startled, how could she be able to compete against [-]% of her strength?

Heavenly Demon raised his eyebrows, and couldn't hold it down even after exerting three points of strength?

Bai Susu stepped on the ground with one foot, changed the attack route, raised her right leg high, the wind on her leg was like a knife, and the pouring dragon air flowed like an axe.

Shirataki didn't dodge, the demon's true qi turned into a stellar qi armor, whipped his legs and swept across, and there was a sound of steel in the collision.

Shirataki moved five steps away, stabilized his figure, and then patted the dust on his arm.

"generally."

He gives an evaluation.

The reason for not doing it is because the other party is using dragon energy, so it must be from the Bafang Longshou family. It is very likely that they are the ancestors of the Bai family that I am looking for. It's gone.

But Shirataki's expression did not relax.

It's good to find the ancestors, but he doesn't think this is a good place to meet.

...Why did the ancestors of the Bai family have contact with the painter of Huapi?

... Could it be that the ancestors also betrayed people?

...or break the cane and play the ghost?

Shirataki took a deep breath, no matter what, the situation was a little anxious.

"Uncle Hua, are you alright?" Bai Susu also noticed Bai Taki, she was also very surprised.

The person who was lost before, but took the initiative to come to the door.

Have you been tracked back?

What is his purpose in coming here?

Could it be that he wants to be unfavorable to himself, is it a member of the Bai clan, or a lackey of the demon?

The painter got up from the ground, looked to the left and right sides, his expression changed.

Bai Susu came to the painter and asked, "Who are you!"

The young man looked at Bai Susu, and he could tell from her facial features that she was somewhat similar to Bai Lian, and he was even more convinced in his heart.

"Before asking others, first report yourself... who are you?"

"Then before you ask, why didn't you report your name first? It's self-contradictory."

"I won't tell, how are you?"

"If you don't say it, don't say it!"

The two stared for a while, as if they felt that the quarrel was a bit low-level, nondescript elementary school students.

"Shirataki..."

"Bai Susu."

"Your name is Bai?"

"Your surname is also Bai... maybe we used to be a family?"

The two looked at each other.

"But I don't know you." Bai Susu remained vigilant: "There are many people with the surname Bai."

"That's true, Bai Di, Bai Ge, Bai Jue, Su Bai..."

"The last one is not."

"There is a white, don't care about such details." Bai Taki said: "Although I don't know you, but you seem familiar... and the power you just had is from the dragon's veins... It seems that we It's family now."

"The Bai clan in Qiantang, the dragon spirit is the hallmark, and there is a chilong mark." Bai Susu raised his chin, restraining his hostility: "If you are a member of the Bai clan, you should also have such a chilong mark on your body."

Shirataki scratched his head: "Is there such a thing?"

I haven't heard my aunt say this before, so you don't need to bleed to recognize your relatives, do you have this kind of birthmark directly?

The Qiao family has a star-shaped birthmark, and the Bai family has a chilong birthmark, which is in the Ganges.

Shirataki didn't remember that he had this kind of birthmark, maybe it was somewhere where he couldn't see it?

He thought for a while: "Can you give me some time, I want to find a toilet, take off my pants and check..."

"Chilong Yin has the upper body, and the location will be told since childhood, it's very obvious." Bai Susu said: "This cannot be faked!"

"Maybe I'm special, I'll take off my pants first and check."

"Put on your pants!" Bai Susu said angrily, "You really are not from the Bai clan, I don't remember you at all, and you don't have the Chilong seal either."